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Memories: Chapter one

Hey guys here's chapter one of my OC sorry! I hope you enjoy. As always feedback is greatly appreciated ❤️

It was a normal night for Yukiche, and everything was running smoothly. No bloody mafioso in sight. After she had cleaned up all the blood and water, the mafioso left after threatening her. He left after telling her that he “owed her a favour” which didn’t feel particularly reassuring. But she didn’t have time to reflect on the events of that night. She had to focus. Three other girls were working tonight alongside her to help keep things running smoothly and guests entertained. Akiko was on waitressing tonight, her dark brown hair tied back in a simple bun, Enya was alongside her on bar helping get through the millions of drink orders and Aimi was on the bar as well but taking orders. Things had gotten a lot easier since she had hired the three girls to help out. Before she struggled to get through a shift in one piece, running herself ragged. Taking orders, making orders, serving orders all while keeping guests entertained was draining the life out of her. The only thing she did was work and sleep but now she had more time on her hands, giving her the freedom to take days off if she needed to.

Besides the girls helped out her other side business: blackmailing the wealthy businessmen who came into her bar. If they ever tried to finance any competition or try pull any stunts, she had entire folders of secrets that she could spill and ruin their lives. That’s what kept her afloat, not the sales but her extensive knowledge of all the dirty gossip around Yokohama alongside with evidence. She could use to destroy the entire business world of Yokohama if she wanted to, but she had no interest in that. All she wanted was the bar to stay open so she could pay back Haru. She didn’t care about gaining wealth or status. She just wanted to live life well and to the fullest.

“I need to get another shipment” Yukiche thought to herself, looking behind her at the rows of alcohol. She was running low on pretty much everything, tonight was so busy thus wiping out her entire supply. Turning around she was about to call Akiko over when she saw something that made her see red.

One of the businessmen grabbed Akiko and was trying to grope her ass.

“That fucker.” She hissed, fuming.

He was easily 40s with balding hair and a greasy slimy look to him. A human equivalent of a cockroach. She smiled and waved to him, catching his eye. Yukiche made sure to learn over and cross her arms so he got a view, enticing him to come over. He blinks and she winks at him, beckoning him over with her finger, smiling. He walks over all smug and she just wants to break his jaw and wipe that arrogant smile off his face. He arrives at the bar.

“What’s up gorgeous? Are you wanting to buy this handsome devil a drink hm? Or maybe get to “know” each other a little better after hours hm?” he yelled in what he perceived as a “seductive” tone. In reality it was creepy, and he sounded like he swallowed a hive of bees with how raspy his voice was.

She smiles sweetly and says “I saw you trying to grab my waitress’s ass. If you ever pull that shit again, I will break your jaw. Now get the fuck out of my bar you deplorable cretin of a being.”

The man looks shocked and insulted. “Who the fuck do you think you are to speak to me like that? Fuck you bitch, I’m not going anywhere. Besides she was asking for it, wearing a skirt that short. She’s practically flashing everyone.”

Yukiche sighed, she picked up a bottle and started to clean it. Holding it up to the light she inspected it and smashed it over the man’s head. The glass shattered everywhere, some of it getting into his head and face. She grabbed the top of his balding head and smashed it into the bar top.

“Oh, my apologies. You were practically asking for it, you see?” she commented, smiling sweetly. His face was an absolute bloody mess.

“You fucking psycho! You broke my fucking nose!” he screamed at her.

“Ah well, you’re lucky. I was hoping to break a lot more than that. Now I suggest you get out before I break your legs.” She sneered, leaning over the bar to look at him. “Now run along little boy, I’m sure your wife is anxiously awaiting you so she can fake it for 5 minutes.” The entire bar started laughing.

“You fucking bitch, you’ll regret this. I will ruin your life.” He spat out, standing up and pointing a fat finger at Yukiche.

“I’m not your wife so no… my life isn’t ruined but have fun trying!” she waved to him as he stormed out. Sighing, she signalled to Aimi to clean up the blood while she went and personally apologised to all the customers for the disturbance.

 It had been a few weeks since the incident at the bar, but business hadn’t dropped. More and more businessmen were coming and bringing along potential clients to enjoy the drinks and the atmosphere. While she enjoyed busy nights more than slow nights, it did mean Yukiche hadn’t had a day off in weeks. All her other co-workers took days off and she had to cover their shifts herself which sucked but she didn’t mind. They needed to have a break once and awhile. Besides she was planning on taking a two-week trip soon anyways, so she didn’t mind.

It was after the bar had closed, and she was finishing cleaning up the bar top. Spilled drinks meant the bar top would get insanely sticky throughout the night and if she didn’t clean it, she could probably catch flies with it.  Sighing, she scrubbed at the sticky stains vigorously, swearing to herself.

“Fucking assholes, I hate this shit” she muttered to herself, continuing scrubbing at the stain aggressively. Suddenly the door flew off the handle across the room, crashing into the wall. The light bulb shatters as the door flies through it, plunging the room into darkness. Yukiche whips around to have her shoulder stabbed by a glowing red black tendril. She screams out in pain, her eyes watering as blood began to drip onto the floor. Panting she dives under the bar, grabbing her cleaning rag and pressing it against her wound. Hissing in pain from the chemicals reacting to her skin, she tries to quieten her breathing. Her heart was pounding in her ears, making it hard to hear anything but she listened out the best she could for any noise. Footsteps walked in, along with someone coughing. Swallowing she grabs the gun hidden under the bar and loads it as quietly as she can.

Her hands shaking as she holds the gun, her breathing shallow. She listens out for any sounds but hears nothing. She has the advantage here. She knows the bar like the back of her hand, she knows how sound echoes off the walls so any sound she hears she’ll be able to pinpoint the location in theory.

*cough cough*

She hears the coughing again and tries to focus to work out where its coming from. She can’t. She’s in too much pain and panic is setting in. “Fuck” she thought. She was trapped.

“Death is inevitable. It is a part of life. Walking this world are weak creatures who deserved to be crushed to make way for the strong. In the end your death is no fault but your own. I am merely a messenger of Death. But I am also the Devil himself. So come and take your death willingly and it will be less painful. No matter where you hide, the devil always finds you.”  A male voice comments, his voice void of any emotion.

A wave of anger washes over Yukiche. “Weak creatures who deserved to be crushed huh?” she murmured to herself. Footsteps approach her but she isn’t paying attention. Anger clouds her judgement as she spits out

“What utter bullshit. Who are you to dictate who is weak or strong? You attempt to kill me and act like you’re a god but anyone who tries to kill others because they’re weak is coward. Afraid of themselves and their own weakness. So, who are you to dictate strength when you are the weakest one. I pity you.”

She feels a sharp stabbing pain in her chest and cries out in pain.

“I can’t tell if you’re an idiot or brave to speak to me like that. But then foolish bravery is often the trademark of an idiot.”

Breathing heavily, she collapsed from the pain. Tears prick her eyes and she silently cries. She hopes that her body won’t be discovered by Haru or the girls. She didn’t want them to see that. Swallowing she gets up and tries to crawl away but knocks over a glass. Another tendril stabs but misses her, hitting the wall behind her and causing all the glasses to shatter. She ducks, trying to avoid the falling glass shards.  She accidentally stabs her hand on a piece of glass and tries to muffle her yelp of pain, but it doesn’t work. Black fabric wraps around her ankle as she’s dragged away and thrown against the wall.

Slamming against the wall, Yukiche felt her ribs crack. Groaning from the pain, the man walks closer his body and the air around him glowing red. His coat morphed into a monster with gnashing teeth, glowing red. Her heart was pounding. She tries to move but her body couldn’t.

She was going to die.

The man coughed one more and the beast was about to lunge forward to Yukiche to shreds when a voice yelled out.

“Akutagawa stop! That’s enough.” She recognised that voice. Standing next to the man was Chuuya Nakahara. The man whose life Yukiche saved by accident.

Then everything started to fade to black.

Memories: Chapter Two

Hey guys this is the next chapter in my OC fic I hope you enjoy! As usual feedback is greatly appreciated! Love you all <3 

Chuuya groaned, kneeling next to Yukiche, gently prodding her. “Great she passed out. What did you do Akutagawa?”

Akutagawa coughed and stiffly replied. “I was following orders. I don’t understand why you are interfering.”

Chuuya was silent and stared at Yukiche’s unconscious body. “I owe her a favour.” He replied coolly, his thoughts drifting back to the night they met…

“shit Shit SHIT!”

Gunshots were heard in all directions with bullets flying everywhere. This normally wasn’t an issue for him, but he’d been stabbed so he was in no state to use his ability. “FUCK” he yelled, thinking he was utterly and truly fucked. But he wasn’t going to hide and die like a chicken, that’s not who he is so with a deep breath in, he ran out and threw the bullets back at them killing the whole lot of them. Panting he gripped his side and started the walk back to base, slowly and painfully. Each step was agonising, blood seeping through his shirt. Finally, he collapsed in the alleyway behind a bar, knocking over a bin. Lying there his eyesight became more and blurry, a figure coming out of the bar yelling something he couldn’t quite hear until finally his vison turned black.

“Why am I wet?” he thought to himself groggily.

Slowly opening his eyes, his eyesight natural started to refocus. Looking down he saw he was sitting in a puddle of water and blood. He went to push himself up, but he couldn’t move. Frantically looking around he noticed his hands were cuffed to the pipe. “Fuck this is bad” he thought to himself when noticed the handcuffs were slightly loose. “What idiot doesn’t properly handcuff someone?” he silently thought to himself.  Carefully, he yanked the handcuffs and they snapped in half, freeing him. Rubbing his raw wrists, he planned his captors murder. He was pissed. “Whoever did this is going have their skull bashed in and pulverised into a pulp” he muttered to himself.  He quietly explored trying to find them and punish them for being ballsy enough to try restraining him.

He heard a loud yell of “FUCK” and cautiously wandered over to the source of the voice. He saw a young woman, about 20 years old with raven black hair tied up in a messy bun. She was running into the bathroom. Since the room was getting flooded, he could assume she left the tap on or something like that. “What a fucking idiot” he thought to himself and quietly crept behind the bar to watch her. From his view, he could see her features much clearer.  Her raven hair was curly, with an undercut underneath. Her eyes were hazel brown with flecks of green, and she had a scar underneath her right eye.  She was cleaning up the water and blood all over the floor. “Blood? Why is there blood?” he frowned. Suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. Looking down he saw stiches across a wound, which was still bleeding a little.

“Fuck. She fucking stabbed me. I am going to fucking pulverise her!” He hissed quietly, trying not to alert her to his whereabouts. He couldn’t help it though; he was seething with anger. His ability started to activate, but a sharp pang of pain stopped him. Fuck. He couldn’t use his ability.

Chuuya’s mind was racing, thinking of all the possibilities. Was she an enemy from one of the lower gangs sent to attack him so he’d be vulnerable? Was she a kidnapper trying to hold him for hostage money? The answer didn’t matter. In the end, she’ll still be a puddle of blood and gore on the floor since she was going to pay for this. No one stabs and handcuffs Chuuya Nakahara and gets away with it. After all, he was an executive for a reason. His power and strength was unparalleled, and his short temper was renowned.

“She stopped cleaning” he thought to himself, watching her. She looked panicked, frantically looking around. “She must have noticed I’m gone” he smiled to himself. This was his chance. With her guard down, he snuck up behind her and grabbed her by the neck slamming her into the wall choking her while pointing a knife at her throat.

“You have some fucking nerve pulling this kind of shit on me.” He spits out, squeezing her neck.

Gasping for breath she grabs his hands and tries to pry his hands off her throat. He laughs and just applies more pressure, crushing her windpipe lightly.

“Nice try but I’m not letting you go that easily. You’re going to fucking pay.” Chuuya snickers, his blazing blue eyes burning holes into her hazel ones.  “You are going to tell me who the fuck you work for and why my blood was all over your floor. Then I’ll repay you with making you bleed all over your floor. For each drop of my blood you shed, I’ll make you bleed twice as much.” He spits out, lighting digging the knife into her neck. Her eyes filled with fear and a tear rolled down her cheek.  She hangs her head and he lets go but still points the knife in her direction. Rubbing her neck, she swallows and winces from the pain.

“I don’t work for anyone. I found you passed out in a pool of your own blood outside my bar. I took you in and cleaned your wound. I see it was against my better judgement. I should’ve left you to bleed out in the trash.” She whispers viciously, her voice hoarse.

Chuuya blinks at her comment and growls, punching her in the stomach. She yelped in pain and doubled over, eyes watering.

“False lies won’t do anything but piss me off and prolong your suffering. Tell me the truth.” He snaps angrily. His patience was already thin from the pain he was in but her snide comment pissed him off.  Shakily pushing herself off the ground with her arms, she sits up.

Looking directly into his eyes, she repeated what she said. “I don’t work for anyone. I found you passed out in a pool of your own blood outside my bar. I took you in and cleaned your wound.” Chuuya punched her again. “Stop lying!” he yells getting even more annoyed. She cries out from the pain but just repeats the same phrase again and again. Even after he’s nearly broken her jaw, she repeats. No matter what he does, how much pain he inflicts: she always repeats that exact phrase.

Chuuya’s rationale began to falter a little. “No matter what I do, she repeats that fucking sentence. Maybe she is telling the truth…” he mutters to himself. He stood there quietly, thinking about what his next move should be. He studied the woman’s figure in front of him.  She was breathing heavily, blood trickling from her nose, she certainly was at least bruised. Perhaps a few broken bones. Letting out an annoyed sigh, Chuuya walked off. She learned her lesson anyways even if she wasn’t telling the truth. He began to walk towards the door when the pain in his abdomen flared up, causing him to collapse due to the excruciating pain. Hissing in pain, he tried to get up but collapsed again. Fuck this was bad. He thought to himself.

“You shouldn’t try to move. All that punching tore your stiches. You’ve exasperated your wound and now its bleeding. If you’d like to live, I’d recommend not moving.” The woman croaked out, her voice still hoarse from being choked. She shakily stood up, clutching her bruised stomach. She knelt next to him and examined his wound.

“Hmm it’s deeper than I originally noticed. I used the wrong type of stitch, so it’s reopened.” She muttered to herself, now sitting next to Chuuya.

“It appears you’re in a lot of pain. As I said I wouldn’t move. Since I did such a hasty job and used the wrong type of stitch, your wound has reopened. I can re-stitch it properly for you and also cauterize the wound, so it heals quicker. But that’s only if you trust me. I can’t do it if you keep trying to attack me” She calmly said, while examining the wound.

Chuuya winced from the pain. He weighed his options. He could either trust her and let her stitch him up or he could pummel her into a pulp and try get back to headquarters or call for backup. The latter option would take too long, besides backup is useless if he’d already bled out. So, it looks like his only option was to trust her. Besides if she tried anything funny, he could just crush her.

“Fine. Do it. But I’m watching you. Any funny movements or any odd behaviour and I’ll crush you like a piece of candy.” He responded; his tone rather curt.

“Interesting analogy. Anyways let’s get started since you’ve decided to make the smart decision and trust me. Now you’re going to need something to numb the wound.” She commented, getting up and walking over to the bar. She grabbed a bottle of vodka and a bottle of whiskey. Pouring the two into a shot glass, she walked over after also grabbing the medical kit.

“Drink this. It will numb the pain. It’s the two strongest types I have so it will numb you pretty quickly.”

“Don’t you have anything made for pain relief?” Chuuya asked apprehensively.

“This is a bar not a hospital. The only pain relief I serve is alcohol. Now drink” She said, pushing the shot into his hand.

Grimacing he took the shot. It burned the back of his throat and hit him like a brick wall. Immediately he began to feel warm inside. She pinched his hand

“OW! What was that for?” He snapped.

“Checking if it limiting your pain response. It is slightly but there’s no time to wait. So, you’re going to have to bite on his.” Before he could protest, she shoved a rag into his mouth. “Bite down this is going to hurt.” She instructed him; her face slightly contorted into a frown from concentrating.

She began to clean the wound with ethanol once more since it had been bleeding. Chuuya raised his eyebrow.

“This doesn’t hu- FUCK” he yelled out in pain as she pierced his skin with the needle. She ignored his yell of pain and started stitching, doing much tighter and neater stitches than before. After five minutes of him sitting in pain, using all his strength not to scream out in pain, she finished. She rubbed some cauterizing ointment on the wound and then wrapped bandages around the now closed wound.

“You can take that rag out now. I’m done.” She commented, putting away all her medical supplies back into her kit.

Breathing heavily, Chuuya propped himself up and looked her. She did it. She helped him without any ulterior motive. If she had helped him then… she must have helped him before. “She really was telling the truth.” He thought to himself.  He watched her, curious as she placed back the bottles and tided up around him.

“Thank you. For helping me. I apologise for my demeanour earlier.” He said quietly, half hoping she didn’t hear him.

“I accept your apology. If I woke up shirtless and handcuffed, I’d panic too. It’s a perfectly natural response.” She responded, not looking up from what she was doing. “Just next time don’t pull a knife on them and crush their windpipe. Some people might not be so inclined to help you again after that.“  She smiled at him, her eyes twinkling with a hint of cheekiness.

Chuuya laughs light “Yeah I suppose so. What even is this place?” he asked looking around.

“It’s the bar I work at. I take care of it for my mentor while he’s gone.” She replied, her voice had a slight sad tone to it though

“While he’s gone? So, what do you do when he’s here?” He asked curious.

“Oh. He’s always gone. He’s dead you see.” She said looking at him with a sad smile. “But I won’t leave this place. I will continue to care for it and run it just like I promised him. You see he saved my life just like I saved yours. He found me outside in a puddle of my own blood, just like I found you. So, I owe him my life. I never got to pay him back though, so I’ll forever be in his debt. All I can do is take care of the bar and try fulfil his dream to honour his memory and help his soul rest.” She explained, her voice filled with sadness. A singular tear rolled down her cheek as she reminisced about her mentor Haru. He loved her like his own child.

“I miss him terribly, so I suppose me working here is my selfish way of holding onto him.” She laughed lightly; her eyes still filled with sadness.

Chuuya observed her. What an intriguing woman. Someone who continued to follow through on a debt to a dead person and even go as far to fulfil their dream for them just purely so their spirit can rest. He hadn’t seen that kind of empathy and humanity before.

Intrigued he asked, “What is your name?”

She blinked a few times, clearly surprised by his question. After a few moments she smiled softly. “My name is Yukiche.”

“Thank you Yukiche. For saving my life. Twice.” Chuuya replied with geinue gratitude in his voice.

“I appreciate your gratitude, but it was more a business move. I can’t have a Port Mafia executive dying on the doorstep of my bar. I don’t think it would end particularly well for me.” She said in a light cheery tone.

“Y-You knew I’m part of the Port Mafia?” Chuuya asked, taken aback by her knowledge.

“Well its pretty obvious. Your face is plastered all over Yokohama on wanted posters. It would pretty hard not to recognise you.” She replied coolly.

Chuuya blinked a couple of times before asking “It doesn’t bother you that I’m Port Mafia? You’d show kindness to even the most violent organisation in Yokohama?”. He was genuinely confused. Everyone either hated or feared the Port Mafia. Most people felt both anger and fear. Yet she didn’t… it was confusing.

“Well as I said, it was a business move. Besides….” She paused for a moment, staring at the glass in her hand. “Who am I to judge someone for their decisions and actions. Everyone has a story. Everyone has reasons. I’ve committed great acts of violence and hurt many. Thus, it would be hypocritical of me to act like I despise you purely for the Port Mafia and its past actions.” She replied, her voice soft yet strangely harsh at the same time.

Chuuya stood up and walked over to where Yukiche was standing. “You said this was a bar? Can I get a drink? After all I was stabbed.” He asked, with a cheeky smile on his face. He couldn’t lie. She intrigued him and he wanted to learn more about her. She smiled and started to speak when Chuuya’s phone began to ring interrupting her. He sighed and answered the phone

“Hello? What is it? … I see. I’ll come by and deal with it now.” He hung up the phone.  Looking down, he suddenly was a lot more aware of his lack of a shirt. “Can I have my shirt? I need to do executive business and I need a shirt for that.” He asked.

“Oh right your shirt… It’s in the bathroom. It may still be a little wet. I tried to wash the blood out of it.” Yukiche replied, sheepishly. She was rubbing her back of her neck and slightly blushing.

Chuuya raised his eyebrow. He did not want to wear a wet shirt and sit through an executive meeting wet and uncomfortable. “Do you have a dry shirt I can borrow?” He asked, slightly annoyed that his shirt was wet.

“Yes, I do” Yukiche walked off to the storage cupboard and pulled out a white shirt. “There you go, see if it fits.”

Chuuya gave her a grateful smile and took the shirt out of her hands and quickly put the shirt on. It fit perfectly well for its purpose. Not as fitted as he usually liked but it would do. Putting his coat on over the borrowed shirt, he adjusted his hat and walked to the bar’s exit door.

“Thank you again Yukiche. I owe you a favour. I’m sure I’ll see you around.” He say waving his hand as he left. He stopped in his tracks and turned around with a devilish smile. “Oh, I’ll be back for my shirt by the way.” After that he left, the bar’s door swinging shut behind him.

Chuuya's trip down memory lane was interrupted by Akutagawa's coughing. Sighing, Chuuya knelt down next to Yukiche’s unconscious body and checked her pulse. She was alive. He assumed such but still. Worth checking.

“What do you mean you owed her a favour Nakahara-san?” Aku asked stiffy but there was a slight hint of curiosity in his voice.

“That’s none of your business Akutagawa. Now go complete your other mission. That’s an order.” Chuuya replied coolly. Akutagawa scoffed slightly and turned on his heel, walking out grumbling to himself.

Sighing slightly, he commented to Yukiche’s sleeping body. “You sure have a habit of attracting trouble. Consider this your favour.” Standing up, he walked out after leaving a note next to Yukiche.

The note simply said, “Consider your favour completed.”

Patched up

Here’s a little drabble I spontaneously wrote for @skateme2yokohama for her follower’s milestone! Please enjoy love, I hope you like it <3 

Dazai winced at the stinging pain coming from his abdomen. You gently dabbed at his bleeding wound with an alcohol-soaked rag to try clean the wound. It wasn’t deep, just superficial but you could tell it hurt a lot from his pained expression.  You hesitated and asked softly

“Do you want me to stop? Is it too painful?”

Dazai blinked and replied softly “No, it’s fine. Please keep going.”

Swallowing, you continued to lightly dab at the exposed flesh until you finished cleaning his wound. Frowning slightly, you lightly begin to bandage the wound. Dazai watches you softly and smiles at how beautiful you were. He couldn’t understand why you would go out of your way to treat him when Yosano could just do it. But you insisted and now you were here, bandaging him up. Your delicate hands lightly brushing against his skin made his heart hammer out of his chest. Suddenly, your voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

“There I’m all done Dazai. Is there anything else I can do to help?” You had a small smile when you said that, your eyes filled with love and admiration. He never understood how he was so lucky to have someone like you in his life.

“Ah my belladonna, I am afraid I’m dying, and I need you to revive me with a kiss.” He exclaimed, dramatically throwing himself down into the floor before looking up and smiling at her.  Sighing you sit down next to him and kiss his cheek.

“That’s it?” He exclaims slightly offended. “That’s your kiss of life? That could barely revive a bug, belladonna!”

You raise your eyebrow and kiss his lips lightly. He smiles and kisses you back passionately, both of you lost in the kiss. Suddenly Kunikida walks in and yells at both of you to cut out the PDA at the office.

“If you have the strength to eat Y/N’s face Dazai, you have the strength to fill out your injury report!” He yelled, walking away with his face red as a tomato. Dazai rolled his eyes and smiled at you, you were blushing bright red after being caught. Dazai gently kissed you and smiled.

“I think you’ve brought me back to life with that kiss belladonna!” He yelled excitedly; a huge smug grin plastered across his face. You giggled and lightly smacked him. He grabs your hands and pulled you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you.  He looked at you, with eyes full of awe and love and softly said

“I love you”

Smiling you kissed him, resting your head on his chest. Finally, he felt at peace.

Finally, he was whole.

(I’m sorry this was so short) 

Request for @sun-daddy-yoriichi

Hmm, since I've had it on my mind for a while, how about some angst with Akutagawa? Possibly where he loses control of Rashomon during a fight and ends up almost killing his S/O. How it ends is entirely up to you, though! Fluff or angst, I'll just be happy if you accept my request.

 I oved writing this! My apologies for taking so long to write it. I hope you enjoy it! <3

Gunshots were firing all around her. She dove and took cover behind a cargo box, trying to catch her breath. Gripping the gun, her hands were shaking. She couldn’t shoot straight, not when she could barely hold the gun. Her palms were pouring out sweat, making the gun slippery. “Where is he?” she thought to herself. This was meant to have been an easy recon mission, in and out but it had gone wrong. They knew that she was coming and retaliated straight away, firing a hailstorm of bullets her way before she even knew what was going on.  Her partner was nowhere to be seen. Akutagawa was meant to be her protection, to get rid of any possible enemies before hand so she could run in and grab the USB drive with the information they needed. But he was nowhere to be seen. She was confused and frightened, Akutagawa took his job deathly serious so she didn’t understand why she couldn’t see him. “He was behind me before we got here but maybe he took a different route and ran into trouble” she muttered to herself.

Suddenly she heard screams and peeked around the cargo box where she was hiding. The enemy were scattering like rats, but it did them no good. Glowing tendrils stabbed through them like spears, piercing through their bodies causing them to cough out blood. Blood splatters everywhere and stains the floor red. Their bodies are thrown aside and splatter into the wall, making horrible crunching noise as their bones break and organs implode.

She spotted one more enemy who was wearing a black mask. Frowning, she peered up at him through her binoculars trying to get a better look. She spotted a symbol on his mask and started to panic. He was the dangerous ability user they were told to avoid at all costs. Panicking she started to yell at Akutagawa to run but before he heard her, the masked man threw a grenade down which exploded, releasing gas. Quickly covering her nose and mouth with her shirt, she began to look for Akutagawa.

“Please be okay” she whispered to herself, frantically looking for him through the cloud of gas. She had only been at the Port Mafia for a few years, but Akutagawa made it bearable. His quiet demeanour was calming, and he always knew how to make her smile, whether it was holding her hand or holding the door open for her. It had nearly been a year since they started dating but Akutagawa never told her that he loved her, but she didn’t need to hear it. She knew he did through his actions and him a lot gentler around her. She heard groaning and ran over to the noise.

She could barely see through the thick cloud of gas, but she spotted a figure dressed in all black lying down. She sprinted over to him and began checking to see if he was alright. Before she could touch him, a black tendril shot out and nearly stabbed her in the eye. She jumped back, confused and terrified.

“Aku….? A-Are you alright? It’s me.” She said, her voice slightly shaky.

Groaning, he snapped his head up, staring into her eyes with his own. But they weren’t their normal grey colour like rainclouds but blood red.

“Rashomon!” He yelled, summoning the black beast. A black spike shot out stabbing you in the chest, causing you to spit out blood. “How dare you try attack me! You’re a pathetic worm under my boot and I will crush you. Now die so I can recover what I need.”

She blinked confused, holding her hand against her wound to try stem the bleeding. He didn’t recognise her. He had never looked at her with such venomous hatred before.

Why was he acting like this? Did she do something wrong? Tears streamed down her face as she looked at the man, she loved with her entire being stare back at her with such hatred.

“What did I do?! I didn’t do anything Aku! Please! I love you! Please stop I-“  She was interrupted with another black spike piercing through her chest, skewering through her lifting her off the ground. Falling to the floor she began to cry, and she felt herself start to bleed out.  The thick cloud of gas started to dissipate.

“Ryunosuke…. please.” she whispered, her eyes welling up. He frowned and started to get ready to strike her again when his eyes started to regain their soft grey colour. The red started to fade away like clouds after a storm.

Blinking as he started to regain his full consciousness, he looked around at his surrounding and saw her body on the ground. He let out a pained scream and sobbed over her bleeding body. He stroked her cheek and whispered apologies over and over again. He cursed himself for being so weak that he fell under the influence of the gas. He howled in pain as he held her body close to his.

He choked out through sobs, three words she never thought she’d hear. “I love you. I’m so sorry. I love you more than anything. Only the weak die yet you are strong so please. Please don’t leave me.” He whispered, holding her close.

He could feel your weak heartbeat, causing him to desperately cling to her. Using all her strength, she reached her arm up to gently wipe away his tears.

“I love you too.” She murmured, gently holding his cheek in her hand. Leaning down Akutagawa placed a gentle kiss on her lips as he lifted her up and carried her off to the Port Mafia headquarters to get patched up.

I wrote a little fluffy drabble for my lovely angel @dazedbydazai! I hope you like it my love <3 

You couldn’t stop yourself. You were hyperventilating, you couldn’t breathe. You felt like you were drowning. You clutched your chest as you tried to control your breathing.

“Deep breaths. In. Out.” You mutter to yourself, trying to regulate your breaths. You could feel yourself physically shaking like a leaf in the wind. Hands shaking, you reach for your phone to call your boyfriend, but you couldn’t dial his number, your hands were shaking too bad. The world felt like it was on your shoulders, slowly crushing you.

You didn’t know what set you off. You were doing fine, just going through reports when a sense of dread set in and you left like you were going to die. “Everything will end and fall apart” is all you could think about.  Your mistakes were choking you whilst your regrets crushed your lungs by stomping in your lungs. At least that’s what it felt like.

You sat there, rocking yourself back and forth waiting for the feeling of being consumed by your anxiety to leave but it felt endless. Like you were lost at sea and there was no land in sight so your only option was to drown one day. Breathing heavily, you didn’t notice the door opening and your boyfriend quickly walking towards you. Kneeling down next to you, he gently grabbed your hands pulling them away from your face, making you look up at him.  Gently cupping your face, he softly spoke

“Baby what’s wrong? Why are you shaking? Did something happen?”

He stared at you taking in your dishevelled appearance, checking to see if you’d been hurt in any way. He couldn’t lie. Him being part of the Port Mafia and an executive at that put you in danger and it scared him. That one day he’ll come home, and you’d be dead or kidnapped. But both of those hurt less than seeing you curled up in a ball, rocking yourself while you cried. It broke his heart.

He rubbed your back and tried to calm you down so you could talk to him.

“Baby please talk to me. I can’t help if you don’t talk to me.” He murmured into your hair softly. Hiccupping and sniffling, you muttered about what was wrong. The feeling of all your worries and anxieties crashing down on you like a tidal wave. Your fears eating you up while your regrets and failures mocked you. After you finished explaining through sniffles and hiccups, Chuuya stands up.

Quietly he leaves the room. “He’s ashamed of me. He probably thinks I’m weak and doesn’t want to be around someone like me. I just ruin the mood and everything. I should’ve lied….” You thought to yourself, self-deprecating thoughts clouding your mind. You start to bury your face in your hands, your thoughts overwhelming you once again when a calloused hand pries your hands away. Pulling you up from where you where curled up, Chuuya led you into the kitchen.

Blinking in surprise, you took in everything. One countertop were covered in different ingredients: flour, eggs, sugar, and various types of chocolate. There’s two glasses of wine on the other countertop had two glasses of wine, with candles illuminating the room. You turn to see Chuuya blushing and smiling softly.

“I thought we could bake together and enjoy it with some wine. I’m not great with words but I thought doing something that keeps you busy might take everything off your mind. Keeping busy helps me at least so I thought I’d try. Do you want to have a go?” He muttered quietly.  Smiling, your eyes start to water at the kind gesture

“Chuuya… I don’t know what to say… This is so so sweet.” You gasp, trying not to cry. Chuuya gently cupped your cheek and kissed it lightly.

“You deserve something as sweet as you my love.” He grinned. You blush slightly and mutter quietly, hoping he doesn’t hear.

“No, I don’t. You deserve someone better. Someone who doesn’t get consumed by their own thoughts. Someone who doesn’t get overwhelmed so easily. Someone stronger. Someone better than me….”

Chuuya frowns at your comments and grabs your face, turning it to face his. His ocean blue eyes stare into yours, getting you lost in his gaze. Firmly, he starts to speak.

“You are strong. Don’t lie and bring yourself over thoughts. I love you despite your bad days. Everyone has bad days when they get overwhelmed, especially if things are difficult but it doesn’t make you weak. Crying doesn’t make you weak, what makes you weak is not having the strength to face your feelings then let them out. Bottling your feelings rots away your heart. So, you’re not weak for letting them out.  Everyone gets stuck with their thoughts; it is part of being human. Having thoughts, even bad ones is what makes you human. Your emotions and thoughts make you human. The pain and anxieties mean you’re alive. In the end thoughts can consume you, but you have to remember that they are just thoughts. Your brain is lying to you. You’re strong, wonderful and beautiful. You’re also human.”  He remarks, passion etched into every word he spoke.  

You sigh quietly and press your forehead against his.

“Thank you. I needed to hear that.” You quietly murmur. Smiling, he places a gentle kiss on your forehead

“Anytime. I’m always here for you. I love you, flaws and all.” He laughs, gently tapping your nose. “Now I think it’s time we started baking, don’t you?”

Hours had passed. You both were covered in flour drinking the wine Chuuya bought. It was delicious but not as delicious as the cookies the two of you both. Sitting on top of the counter with your legs dangling off, you sipped your wine and smiled at your boyfriend. He was grinning and picked up a cookie and placed it between his teeth. Leaning forward, he lightly prods you with the cookie. You get the message and bite down on the other half of the cookie. He smiles as the two of you share the cookie together. Slowly your lips move closer to his and once the cookie is all gone, he kisses you and smiles

“Sweeter than sugar.” He whispers making you laugh.

“That would be you Chuuya. You didn’t have to do all this to cheer me up.” You said jokingly.

He smiles sweetly and replies “I know but I wanted to. I love seeing you smile so I wanted to make you smile since I could stare at that smile forever.”

Giggling you kiss him sweetly and he kisses back. He lifts you up. Smirking he whispers to you “Let’s go clean up together, yeah?” 

Memories: Chapter 3

Hey lovelies! Here’s the next chapter of my oc fic. Again please leave comments on what you think. Any feedback would be spectacular <3

*SLAP*

The sound of his hand striking across her skin echoed around the room. Her cheek was bright red and burning, much like her eyes from the tears.  The stinging pain radiates across her burning face. It hurt but not as much as her broken hand which currently had a boot on top of it. The boot slammed down on her broken hand, making her scream out in pain, tears pricking her eyes. The pain was unbearable. She wanted this to end, for her to be put out of her misery but that was too merciful. In the end she’d never get that kindness, the sweet kiss of death was so enchanting yet always out of her reach.  Suddenly she felt the boot slam down again, snapping her out of her thoughts. She couldn’t breathe. It was too painful. Crying she looked up at the ceiling and hoped that it would cave in, crushing her. If she was dead, she wouldn’t have to feel this agonising pain ever again.

“I’m begging you, please stop! I did nothing wrong!” she cried out through sobs.

“Any failures of your pupils are failures on your part. And failures must be punished. It is the law of nature; any failures are wiped out. Consider this your warning before extinction.” An icy cold voice replied, devoid of any emotion. She swallowed, bracing for whatever came next. Before she knew it, she felt her rib shatter as the bat swung down.

She woke up screaming. Her whole body throbbed with pain and she swore she could feel her ribs crack. But no, nothing was wrong. It was just a dream. A nasty nasty dream….

Begrudgingly, she got up and washed the tears off her face. She passed out from working too much again and didn’t take off her makeup properly, so it was smeared everywhere. Sighing, Yukcihe jumped into the shower to wash away the remnants of the dream. She could still hear the cracking of her ribs and the sound of the bat swinging through the air. Her screams echoed around her ears. Shaking her head rapidly, she tried to focus on something else besides the dream. She knew it wasn’t just a bad dream, that would just stir up more pain and she didn’t have the energy to reflect on everything. She pressed her hands against the shower wall and let the water cascade down her body.

Closing her eyes, she let the water wash over her and with it wash her thoughts down the drain. Breathing in and out, she focused and slowly the dream became a distant memory that she could barely remember. Blood trickled out of her nose and mixed with the water, turning it a cloudy red.  She absentmindedly wiped the blood away with the back of her hand. Staring at the blood on her hand, she started to spiral again. Images of bloody bodies flashed across her mind. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to block them out but she couldn’t focus.  Her breathing got more and more frantic until she was hyperventilating. 

Suddenly a noise snapped her out of it. Her phone was ringing. She quickly turned off the shower and grabbed her phone, answering the call. Swallowing she spoke 

“Hello? What is it?” she asked in an irritated tone, to hide the fact she’d been crying. 

“Yukiche? The boss needs to cancel tonight. He has other business to attend to so you’ll have to come another day.” A male voice commented, his tone slightly annoyed giving the impression he didn’t want to be talking at all. Rolling her eyes, Yukiche replied through gritted teeth. 

“What do you mean I’ll have to come another day. We agreed on today. THis has been planned for months. Just because your boss is a coward and doesn’t want to see me doesn’t mean he can cancel last minute and expect me to accept that. Tell him I’m coming anyway and I expect my payment.” she snapped. She hated this but she needed the money and she couldn’t let him brush her off like this. She had to be ruthless and firm.  

“Look don’t get bitchy at me. I’m just the messenger. You have a problem with it? Talk to the boss, not me.” He snaps. 

Yukiche scoffed and hung up, throwing her phone across the room. Throwing herself onto the bed, she screamed into a pillow in frustration. She despised this. That she has to do this, to survive. “Having to exploit people’s secrets for money eats away at your soul. But did I even have a soul to begin with?””. She thought to herself bitterly. 

Running her hand through her hair, she tried to figure out her solution. She needed that money by tonight. She had to go see Kasai, her debt was due and if she was late…. She shuddered at the thought.  Pacing around the room, the solution stared her in the face. She didn’t want to admit it but the only solution was to go down and collect it herself. 

“Fuck.” she muttered to herself. She had to go. As much as she hated threatening people, she had to do this for her own sake. Besides the debtee in question was a cheating scumbag anyways. Igarashi Hisoka ran the other underground bar in town and was a notorious womaniser. He was only in her debt because he was an idiot and gambled away his wife’s prize ring, an heirloom from her dead father. She should probably make another backup of the video she had of him losing the ring just in case she mused to herself.  She knelt down and gently picked up her phone. 

Grabbing her signature white blouse and black high waisted trousers she threw them on with a loose cream coloured trench coat and ran out the door, tying her hair up at the same time. Locking up her apartment she walked off, shoving her keys and phone into her pocket. 

After catching the train and walking for about fifteen minutes, she arrived at Igarashi’s bar. She grimaced at the smell of vomit, cheap alcohol and cigarette smoke.  Taking a deep breath, she walked in. The chatter and general cacophony of drunken laughter overwhelmed her. Various people lay on top of tables passed out, a few were playing with knives while the rest were leering at her. Swallowing nervously, she walked across the room towards the bartender. 

“Where is Igarashi? I….need to talk to him. We had an appointment but he cancelled on me last minute so I’m here to speak to him about not being a coward.” she remarks, her tone exasperated. 

Not looking up from the glass he was cleaning, he pointed to the door at the back of the room. “Boss’s office is through there. If you have any complaints or anything like that, go bother him. He’s in a meeting right now though.” he comments in a dull tone. 

“I don’t care. I need him to pay up.” She retorts, walking off towards the office. 

The bartender scoffs and mutters “Good luck” continuing to clean the same glass.  

Yukiche stormed over to the door and pressed her ear against the door. She heard giggling and hushed voices. Listening closely she figured out he and another girl were in there. “So this is his “business he had to “attend” to. Pathetic'' she scoffed quietly. Taking a step back, she kicked in the door with so much force it slammed open, revealing Igarashi sitting behind a desk with a half naked woman on top of him. Raising her eyebrow Yukiche glared at the woman and spat out

“Get out now. Before I break your wrist.” 

The woman paled and ran out, muttering apologies. Ignoring her, Yukiche walked in and slammed the door shut behind her, locking it. Slowly she turned around to face Igarashi who was looking rather pale. She calmly walks over to him and sits on top of his desk, with one leg 

dangling off. 

  “I didn’t realise sleeping with random women was classed as urgent business Igarashi.” she drawled. A lazy smile plastered on her face as she stared at him, her lips smiling but her eyes lacked any humour.  Swallowing he opened his mouth and began to speak

“What I class as urgent business is one of your business. I told you I don’t have your money and even if I did have it, I’m busy so leave.” he retorted, in an irked tone. She could tell he was afraid though, he was after all a coward. If he would just own up to his wife what he did, then he wouldn’t be in this mess. But he was too much of a prideful and spineless fool.  Sighing, she slid off the desk and swung her leg up, pressing her foot down on his chest glaring at him threateningly. Leaning over, she whispered 

“I will leave once I get my money. That’s all I’m here for. But if you keep lying and acting like you don’t have it, I’ll have to resort to other methods of getting it…” Her voice, firm and threatening. She pulled out a knife and slammed the point of it into the desk. She wasn’t lying. He knew that. 

Staring at the knife he swallowed and began to mutter various obscenities under his breath while he opened his desk drawer and pulled out his briefcase where he kept his money. He kept muttering various insults and obscenities but counted out the money before throwing it at her. Narrowing her eyes, she grits her teeth and collects the money shoving it into her coat pocket, pulling the knife out of the desk.. Walking out, she turned one last time and smiled

“Pleasure doing business with you, Igarashi. Or should I call you what you really are? A cowardly fool.” she laughed to herself and walked out the door waving her hand at him while holding the knife.

Walking back into the busy bar, she heard a familiar voice singing. She whipped her around to see her singing. Mihara. She stopped in her tracks to stare at her friend? Enemy? Acquaintance? She didn’t really know what to call Mihara except a pain in her ass. She hadn’t seen her since the night she met Haru. The night she got shot.  Frowning, she stared at the woman who caused it all. Bitterness still lingered in her, causing her to wince at the sight of Mihara. But she couldn’t hide the sense of familiarity and longing that also came flowing into Yukiche’s heart. Locking eyes with Mihara, she saw that familiar smile making her pang with pain. 

Looking away, she began to quickly walk away. She had to leave. She couldn’t be around her. The wounds were still fresh even after all those years. Before she could leave, she felt a hand grab her blouse and slamming her into the wall. Falling backwards, she collided into a muscular chest. Two arms wrapped around her, squeezing her tightly and painfully. Gasping for breath, two men approach her. 

“The boss decided he won’t be paying you this time. He wants his money back.” they sneer, punching her in the stomach. Crying out in pain, she doubles over, coughing blood. She tries to move to grab her knife but the man holding her only squeezed tighter, preventing her from moving. The two men punched her a few more times before she was flipped upside down, causing the money to fall out of her pocket. They grabbed it and ran off with it laughing, the other man dropping her and running off with them. Yukiche lay there staring at the sky, her body in agonising pain. Her stomach was definitely at least bruised. Tenderly she touched her cheek which was swollen. Shaking she tried to use her arms to get up but she didn’t have the strength and collapsed. Groaning she lay there, breathing heavily when a foot gently nudged her. 

Looking up she saw Mihara holding out her hand. She still had on her stage makeup, glittering in the moonlight. Yukiche turned away, ignoring her offer of help causing Mihara to laugh.

“Even now you’re stubborn and refuse my help, do you really despise me that much?” she asked, her voice musical.  Her eyes shone with happiness and laughter. 

“I don’t despise you. I loathe you. So no, I don’t want help from someone like you.” Yukiche snapped, her voice icy cold. She kept her head turned to hide the fact she was on the verge of crying. 

“Still stubborn as ever. It looks like I’m the only help you’re gonna get so you can either take my help or lie here in the trash and piss covered alleyway.” she commented, smiling. 

Yukiche let out a frustrated sigh and turned, grabbing Mihara’s hand. Mihara pulled her up and stared into her eyes once she was standing. 

“Thanks.” Yukiche mutters, looking away. Mihara gently grabs her face, causing Yukiche to wince. She stares at Yukiche’s bruised face and frowns. Her hand reaches out and Yukiche could've sworn she was reaching out to stroke her cheek. Mihara grabbed the various bits of trash that got caught in Yukiche’s hair and picked them out. Yukiche blushed lightly and watched her. 

Even now she couldn’t stop the hammering in her chest as Mihara touched her. She hated it. She still had such a strong effect on her even after all these years…. 

“You look like you need a drink.” Mihara comments, her eyebrows raised and a cheeky smile etched across her lips.  Snorting Yukiche shook her head in disbelief. 

“You haven’t changed a bit, have you Mi?” she remarks, smiling softly. Mihara blinks at the nickname but starts to grin. 

“No I haven’t. So will you humour me and let me buy you a drink?” she asked. Yukiche blinked and shook her head no, walking away. She couldn’t let Mihara in again. Even having a brief conversation hurt and felt like a thousand needles into her heart. But then…. What was the harm in one drink? Yukiche thought to herself. 

“Fine. One drink.” Yukiche remarked, keeping her back facing Mihara to hide her smile.

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I wanted to ask for a scenario for chuuya with a female or gender neutral s/o were he takes her out to a restaurant and they just have a nice evening! So basically fluff and your lovely writing!

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Running a gloved hand through his ginger locks, Chuuya anxiously looked at his watch: she was late. Standing outside the restaurant, he slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He picked out a cigarette, stuffing the rest of the pack into his pocket roughly. Lighting the cigarette, he watched as the smoke circled around him. The wisps danced in the wind, temporarily distracting him from the fact that she wasn’t with him. The wind cut through his thin frame, making him wrap his coat tighter around himself. He wasn’t used to being cold. He normally had her cuddling into his side to keep him warm. Taking another drag from his cigarette, he checked his watch again. He was getting worried now, she was never late. Disturbing scenarios filled his head with worry. What if she’d gotten kidnapped by a scorned gang? What if she got hurt? What if she’d been killed? He started tapping his foot anxiously while subconsciously biting his lip. Chuuya pulled out his phone and quickly started to dial her phone number when two arms wrapped around his waist from behind. Jumping he moved to flip them over his shoulder onto the ground when a light kiss was planted onto his shoulder. Turning around in confusion, he saw his girlfriend smiling brightly. She stood there, her eyes sparkling in the soft light of the street lamps. He was tempted to scold her for sneaking up on her, but he was lost in her eyes. 

Those eyes. He could stare into them forever and be content. The way she always looked at him with so much love, the way they shone with happiness when he was around warmed his heart. He completely forgot about scolding her and just embraced her, his heart full.  They both stood there under the streetlamps, holding one another, basking in each other’s presence. She buried her face into Chuuya’s neck, smelling a mix of cigarette smoke and his cologne. It was comforting. Inhaling his scent one last time, she let go of him and kissed his cheek.

“I’m sorry I was late, my love. The train was delayed and I took a lot longer to get dressed than I initially expected. Were you waiting long?” she explained, her voice exasperated. She shot him an apologetic smile. Staring at her, he laughed and shook his head. 

“I would wait for all eternity just for you my love. But next time please give me a warning if you’re running late. I was worried. I nearly ran home to check up on you!” he replied exasperatedly. Laughing she lightly slapped his arm. 

“You’re such a worrywart Chuuya.” she smiled, her eyes twinkling with laughter. “I am sorry for not letting you know. I was so focused on getting here that I forgot about telling you what was going on. I apologise. But you really don’t have to worry about me, I’m strong!” she exclaimed while flexing her arms. Chuuya snorted at her and started laughing. Shaking his head he grabbed her hand and started pulling her towards the restaurant.  

“C’mon you idiot. Let’s go.” 

Laughing she skipped after him, clinging onto his arm. Once they entered the restaurant, they were guided to their table which Chuuya had already reserved. The table sat alone on top of the roof overlooking the city, with fairy lights strung around. Rose petals were scattered over the tablecloth, the candles casting a soft glow over the petals.  Two wine glasses sat on either end of the table with a bottle of wine in between them. Pulling out the chair for his lover, he gestured for her to sit down. Kissing her cheek, he smiled as she sat down gracefully. 

Once they had ordered their food, Chuuya picked up the wine bottle and poured a generous amount into her glass. Thanking him, she started to delicately sip the wine while smiling at him. Chuuya stared at her lovingly and gently traced shapes onto the back of her hand.  Chuuya continued to trace patterns onto her hand while she talked about her day, only stopping when the waiter arrived with their food.  Thanking the waiter, the two started to eat their meals when an idea popped into Chuuya’s head. 

Grinning, Chuuya started to speak.

“Love, open your mouth for a second and close your eyes.” he commented, his voice soft and sweet. Raising her eyebrow she started to protest before Chuuya placed a gloved finger over her lips, gently shushing her. 

“Just trust me my love.” He grinned. Rolling her eyes a little, she closed her eyes and opened her mouth a little bit. Smiling Chuuya picked up some of the meal onto his fork and gently fed her his meal. Opening her eyes in surprise, she chewed the food, breaking out into a huge grin. 

“This is delicious! Oh my god this is so good Chuuya!” she exclaimed, enjoying every bite. Chuuya smiled, mentally taking note to ask the chef for the recipe so he could recreate the meal for her another time. 

“Not as delicious as you my love.” he smirked smugly. She widened her eyes and turned away blushing. Laughing he leaned over the table, grabbing her chin firmly but gently and kissed her on the lips.

 Her lips tasted of the wine, making the kiss even sweeter.